Gettin Real Buck

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
It's kind of hard to keep a fuckin' meal
If yo' name ain't Holyfield
Kick back in this AC high as hell
Countin' dollar bills
Make a trip to the liquor store
Stop and get a Tanqueray
Pint of Gin in the wind
Ballin' hittin' the freeway
Ain't no slippin' in the street
5-0's on my ass G
Three cars deep, after me
Ballin' down through SPV
Gangsta' mane, still the same
Gleamin' as I see you pass
Holler when I holler, time to dip into another path
Rip it up, open it up, can I get a Newport?
Pass me one, thank you sir
Got your own, ain't no shorts
Ya on ya owns, ain't no shorts
Steve and Bone, they taught me that
Straight from the Mound, yeah they down
If they cool with Gangsta Blac
All my nigga's gettin' buck
Bitches on my d-zzz-ick
Dolemite, 'cause I'm so hype
And hoe this just big business
Babysittin', savin' hoes, ain't the way it's supposed to go
Fuck 'em slow, let 'em know
Time to hit the door hoe

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck

[Verse 2: Gangsta Blac]
Wassup to all these people's rumours
That's been said by them folks with anna
Creepin' from the back with a fuckin' gage
Ready to ram and jam ya'
All these fuckin' slugs up in yo' ass
If I up and find ya'
Mouth, full of lit firecrackers
Star Spangled Banner
Reese's Pieces of yo' body
Hittin' them bitches watch 'em drool
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, but Jack he ain't no damn fool
Hoe you must be hot, not my fault
Mother nature did it, gon' with yo bad self
Hoe you need to fuckin' quit it
Ain't no junkie lookin' good
Ain't no killer, wish I would
I buck down all you lemons
Puttin' them jackets on my neighborhood
Cock my nine, feelin' fine
If they just wouldn't run they mouth
Wassup? You ain't mad is ya bitch, cause we from the South
To you motor mouth, mother suckers come get some of this
Nosiness, wig split, stay up out my business
Ride 'em up, escalator bound to the mighty sky
Be a hoe, see ya hoe in hell cause it's time to die

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck

[Verse 3: Gangsta Blac]
Ain't no fuckin' Superman
Take no bullet for no nigga
Trick you must can't understand
Hoe then how the fuck you figure
Not with all that rugged shit
Not with all that buckwild shit
All about roastin' a bitch
All about makin' it rich
Hood Rat mean's a groupie hoe that's slurpin' on yo nut sack
Sack's of weed is what I need
Keep my brain on this track
Choo-Choo, watch me choke
As I blow, out a cloud of smoke
Hypnotize, civilize, baptized off that holy dope
Time to find my nigga, let me ride in yo' Pontiac
Well fuck it, I call Rod and we'll ride Chevy with the bump in back
Fuck you bitches, ain't just for the gals, it's for plenty niggas
South peeler, killers only when you grip a bigger trigger
Grip yo nine, grip my dick, nigga I don't give a shit
Paul and Lil' Mane got my back, two nigga's you can't deal with
Bustin' through the crowd like a crash dead in yo gut
Now my nigga's deep, real deep
Gettin' real buck

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck